Main Street Cheese, purveyors of the best goat cheese we’ve ever tasted, moved-in next door about four years ago. Every spring since then the small enclosure behind the property has been home to the new, baby goats descended from the larger herd that is kept up the street. The great, great grandchildren of the original herd arrived last week.
The presence of the baby goats will delight visitors and passers-by all summer. Fun to the baby goats – the kids – is butting heads and playing King of the Hill toppling their siblings off the stumps and wooden ramps and bridges placed in their pen for that entertaining purpose. All that head-butting may be the reason they like being scratched between the ears. We are convinced they enjoy watching croqui, our special brand of croquet, from across the fence line. They react to a muffed shot with a string of nays and goat “guffaws,” turning and butting each other’s heads in delight.
We’re not sure about the number of goat years vs. human, but by fall the goats have matured. The females are being gathered-up for their future milking role and the once playful head-butting of the males has become more business-like. It comes as a shock to many of our patrons when they discover that some of the males will find their way on to our dinner table at the inn, but such is the nature of genuine farm-to-table: it is not hidden or anonymous.
To the contrary, farming is all about engagement, which we shall be again this summer with the kids next door.